I searched and fought in America.

Chapter 83 Bestseller

The next morning, Rosen changed into the suit that Morris had prepared for him.

Dressed in black, with a well-tailored fit and a neatly tied tie, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself, suddenly feeling a little unfamiliar.

Having grown accustomed to work clothes and tactical uniforms, this outfit reminded him of his working days in his previous life.

"Father, the car is ready," Maurice said from outside the door.

Rosen straightened his tie one last time, then pushed open the door and went out.

The entrance to the city hall was already crowded with people.

Reporters, carrying their cameras and microphones, crowded outside the police cordon. As soon as the black sedan stopped, a flurry of camera shutters went off.

Rosen got out of the car and waved to the crowd.

The flash almost blinded him.

A staff member quickly came up to him and led him through a side door into the city hall, down a long corridor, to a spacious meeting room.

A long table and microphones were already set up on the stage, and the backdrop featured the emblem of Houston City Hall and the words "Houston Heroes Meet and Greet".

Dozens of reporters sat in the audience, some adjusting equipment, some looking through documents, and several cameras in the front row with red indicator lights on, broadcasting live.

Rosen glanced around and saw several familiar faces, including the New York Times reporter from the press conference, who was writing something with his head down.

"Mr. Rosen, please have a seat here." The staff led him to the stage and sat him down in the center.

Beside him were several city government officials, including Chief Brown, the deputy mayor, and several other officials he didn't recognize, all dressed in suits and wearing standard smiles.

Rosen sat down, his gaze sweeping across the audience.

In the corner, Kieran was squatting there, holding a small camera in his hand. When he saw him looking over, Kieran nodded slightly.

it has started.

For the first half hour, everything went smoothly.

The deputy mayor spoke first, highly praising Rosen's heroic actions. Then Chief Brown, on behalf of the police, thanked Rosen for his contribution to public safety. Next, several councilors came up one by one to make appearances and say some high-sounding words.

The reporters were very cooperative, asking questions that had been reviewed with their prepared statements beforehand.

"Mr. Rosen, what were you thinking when you flushed down the sewer?"

"Mr. Rosen, do you consider yourself a hero?"

"Mr. Rosen, what are your plans for the future?"

Following his prepared script, Rosen answered each question with a humble smile, his tone sincere and down-to-earth, occasionally adding a touch of humor that drew chuckles from the audience.

In the corner, Kieran's camera remained steadily pointed at him.

After answering a few more questions, one of the reporters raised his hand.

This wasn't planned.

Rosen glanced at the deputy mayor beside him, who frowned slightly but did not stop him, since it was impossible for everything to be pre-arranged.

"Sir, please ask your question," Rosen said.

The reporter stood up. He was in his thirties, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and had a sign for a local media outlet hanging around his neck.

"Mr. Rosen, I'd like to ask a more practical question," he said. "What do you do every day? I mean, besides giving interviews and participating in events, what is your daily work?"

This is a very common question.

Rosen looked at the reporter, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The opportunity is here.

"Right now," he leaned back in his chair, his tone becoming more casual, "I'm doing environmental work."

The reporter was taken aback for a moment:

"Environmental friendly?"

"Yes, environmental protection." Rosen nodded. "I started a company that specializes in environmental protection-related businesses."

The reporter became interested and continued to ask:

"Could you elaborate? What kind of environmental protection business is it?"

Rosen smiled:

"As you know, Houston has many recycling companies and repair shops that generate a lot of waste oil and waste liquid every day. These things are troublesome to deal with and costly. Many small companies even dump them directly on the ground, which seriously damages the environment."

He paused:

"Our company has developed a product that can solve this problem."

The reporters in the audience began to listen attentively. They were surprised that such a product existed.

The reporter pressed further:

"What product?"

Rosen looked at the camera and said, word by word:

"A powder that can absorb waste oil. When you pour it into the waste oil, the oil will immediately solidify into blocks, making it easy to transport and dispose of. Moreover, the solidified oil blocks can be sold as fuel, killing two birds with one stone."

A low murmur arose from the audience.

The reporter's eyes lit up:

"Does such a thing really exist? I've never heard of it before."

Rosen laughed:

"We didn't have it before, but we do now. Our company's team of scientists has just developed it and it has passed testing."

He paused, looking at the camera:

"Furthermore, I have personally established a company that specializes in producing this powder, called Iron Claw Environmental Protection, right in the Ronnie community."

The murmurs from the audience grew louder.

Some people were taking notes, some were whispering to each other, and a few reporters had already started taking out their phones to look up information.

The reporter continued to ask:

"When will this product be available for purchase?"

Rosen thought for a moment:

"Soon, the factory has already started trial production, and it won't be long before it's officially launched on the market. 100 grams of powder only costs $110, but it can solidify 200 grams of waste oil, which is quite affordable."

He paused, then added:

"I will personally oversee this matter. It concerns the great cause of environmental protection, and product quality must be up to standard."

Some of the female reporters from California in the audience couldn't help but show their admiration; they hadn't expected that people from a red state would value environmental protection so much!

In the corner, Kieran's camera steadily zoomed in, giving Rosen a close-up.

On the stage, the deputy mayor and Chief Brown's expressions were somewhat subtle.

This wasn't in the plan.

The original plan for today was for Rosen to make an appearance, say some prepared remarks, and then have a few reporters ask him some mild questions, thus concluding the event satisfactorily.

As a result, this guy, in front of so many media outlets, called his company GG.

The deputy mayor coughed lightly, trying to steer the conversation back on track:

"Regarding the environmental protection issue, we can arrange a separate interview later. Today, the main focus is still on—"

"The deputy mayor is right," Rosen continued, his face still bearing that humble smile. "Today, I mainly want to thank all the media friends."

Regarding environmental protection, if you are interested, you can follow our company's official account, the account number is *****, where more information will be provided later.

He looked at the reporter and nodded:

Thank you for your question.

The reporter paused for a moment, then sat down.

The deputy mayor opened his mouth as if to say something, but then gave up. He looked at Rosen, his heart clenching.

This kid, is he doing this on purpose?

For the next half hour, Rosen did not mention environmental protection again.

Cooperate when you need to, smile when you need to, and act as if nothing has happened.

After the press conference ended, reporters swarmed around him, wanting to ask a few more questions. Staff members worked hard to maintain order and escorted Rosen out of the conference hall.

In the corridor, the deputy mayor quickly caught up and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Rosen, about that earlier..."

Rosen stopped and turned to look at him:

"What's wrong?"

Looking at his innocent expression, the deputy mayor swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"...It's nothing," he said dryly. "You've had a hard day."

Rosen smiled:

"Of course. Thank you to the city government for giving me this opportunity."

After saying that, he turned around and continued walking forward.

The deputy mayor stood there, watching his departing figure, his expression complex.

A staff member leaned over and whispered:

"What he was doing just now was..."